“Does it mean that…?” He nods. “We can…?” “If you want to.” “If I—” My laugh is thick. Watery. “If I want to? Do you want to?” He laughs, too. “Let me think about it.” I lean forward and bite him on the jaw, hard. I feel his smile grow between my teeth. “So we can just…stay here? In this cabin? And I’ll find some job? And you’ll do your Alpha stuff? And we’ll…we’ll go for runs together? And be boring?” “That sounds like a dream, actually.” “And I’ll cook? And we’ll see Misery and Lowe? And you’ll build me more chairs and let me decorate the cabin?” “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” “And we’ll
...more
